The items on this table alone are worth 300,000 yuan, so double the compensation would be 600,000 yuan.

Qi Huimin was far from having 600,000 yuan. She slumped onto the sofa, covered her face, and burst into tears, regretting her actions.

Feeling sorry for Qi Huimin, Jiang Hao sat down and put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

"Don't worry, I'll figure out how to get the money."

He said he would come up with a solution, not that he would provide it.

Upon hearing this, Qi Huimin felt a sudden pang of sorrow. This Jiang Hao was too poor; he couldn't even come up with 600,000.

She cried even harder, her shoulders trembling. Jiang Hao thought she was feeling guilty for causing trouble earlier, so he kept comforting her.

Finally, Qi Huimin followed Jiang Hao back to the room to rest. Lying in the large master bedroom, a ruthless glint flashed in Qi Huimin's eyes.

Since Lin Qingtong is showing no mercy, then don't blame me for doing it myself.

late at night.

Qi Huimin slowly opened her eyes, saw that Jiang Hao was already asleep, closed her eyes, and cried out as she rushed into his arms.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I know I was wrong, sister."

Jiang Hao was woken up by the noise. Hearing her commotion, he felt extremely sorry for her and got up to hug her and comfort her with concern.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can do anything to you."

Qi Huimin nestled in his arms, her shoulders trembling as she cried, explaining in a choked voice.

"Brother Hao, please don't cause trouble for my sister. She said she won't let me off the hook."

Upon hearing Qi Huimin's words, Jiang Hao's brows and eyes were filled with anger, and he tried to comfort her.

"Don't worry, I won't let you suffer in vain."

The next morning, Lin Qingtong got up to go to work, only to find Jiang Hao waiting in the living room, surrounded by bodyguards in black, looking quite imposing.

Upon seeing Lin Qingtong emerge, Jiang Hao waved his hand and spoke.

"Lin Qingtong, starting today, you don't need to go to work anymore. Stay home and take care of my mother. She's not feeling well right now."

Lin Qingtong's cold gaze fell on Jiang Hao, and she sneered, "Is it your mother's poor health or your mistress?"

"If you're willing to call your mistress 'Mom,' I might consider it."